Omnidimension Neptunia: Infinite Memes

by SuperHuman200

Divergent plot, crispy memes, meta humor & references. In a world where the CPUs are subjected to tentacle hentai at the hands of ASIC, it's not quite up to our... MALE OC to save the day like so many other harem power fantasies, but it beats kicking rocks like an NPC, especially if he became a relevant character because of a weirdly shaped one. (Current: Divine Hunger Arc)

25. 25 - A Future Fashback! Enter Vergo!

All rights are reserved to their respective owners. I own nothing in this piece of fiction with the exception of my OCs and the story itself.

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Shortly after the collapse of Nebula, Domio got off of his foster father's unconscious body as he now had multiple scratch marks and a bloody nose on his face.

He then raised up and look towards AL who held his stomach in pain as he couldn't get up.

"Urgh..."

EXTINGUISH!...

The flame user groaned as his Burning Fever left him.

Gris stopped holding his face as he slowly got up. It sported a nasty injury at the base of his chin, but he'd live.

"Mister Gris! What are we gonna do?!" He asked the assassin.

"Calm down. That's what you're gonna do. We have to get to Leanbox before nightfall and half the team is out of it." He observed with a grim expression.

"I don't have enough energy to heal myself actively anymore. So we're going to have to brave the wild." The assassin told the boy.

"But we're all injured. How are we gonna get that far in only a few hours?" Domio would ask.

"You just got your face smashed in. We're all ICU eligible, except for you. Suck it up, Domio." Gris deadpanned.

"That's harsh, but fair... I guess." The boy muttered, dejectedly. "So what do we do?" He asked.

"We carry them. Simple as that. You remember where our bags were?" Gris answered as he had another follow-up question.

"Yes. It's in the forest. A big ice treehouse. It's just on the other side... Of the forest." He realized as he wiped his nose and groaned.

"No time to groan. Time to get going."

GRAB!

SLING!

Gris said as he picked up AL's body and slumped the groaning mess over his shoulder.

"Ow, my everything..." The dark-skinned man groaned.

"Shut up and it'll hurt less." The assassin told the downed ally.

Domio had to lift the deadweight which was Nebula, but he surprisingly pulled it off, which secretly left the hitman impressed at the boy's strength, especially with his stature and demeanor.

He carried his foster father in his arms as he walked back to the assassin.

LIFT!

''Hnng!" The boy grunted as he lifted the man.

He then saw the slightly impressed visage of the assassin.

"I... Used to lift passed out strippers. Even the fat ones." The boy admitted.

It took everything for the hired killer not to snort in amusement.

They then left the shoreline as the duo trekked into the forest.

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BANG!

PIXELATE!

BANG!

PIXELATE!

BANG!

PIXELATE!

"Keep moving." Gris instructed the boy as he took out another group of monsters as they silently tread through the forest.

Ever since the battle with Vhestora ended, the monsters slowly started to move back into the forest in small groups.

Thankfully so, as waves of all the inhabitants rushing through would have make their journey significantly more difficult, especially with the team being in such a crippled state.

"...Aye." Domio almost stuttered out from the nerves of being quiet but followed the assassin as he was the only way they'd get out of this alive.

They snuck through the bushes and plants as Gris would part them long enough for Domio to pass through before they returned to their original position.

The group made good time as the covered ground and usually avoided fights and open spaces, and would attack when there was no other way to pass without detection.

The duo had successfully made it about halfway into the forest before a peculiar event occurred.

Peculiar, he says-

Up in the sky, would be the epicenter of another spatial disturbance.

But this instance, it wouldn't be from an alternative space but rather from a different time.

INFLUX!

Another weird variation of sound occurred as not a portal, but a wormhole appeared. It was holographic and green in appearance as it was about as big as a person.

Speaking of persons, one fell out of the scientific topic like an idiot rock, as they had their words be shortly distorted by the wormhole before their screams could be heard coherently as they plunged.

"NCXZMKGLEUPYISBWLFWOWBLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The scrambled voice became understandable to human ears once the indiviual was freefalling from the sky.

They were diving towards the ground as they possessed major injuries, with deep cuts, nasty scratches, and black bruises all over their body. Not to mention the fact that his energy was not far from depleted.

The individual was closing in on the position of the two conscious heroes as they would hear the screaming from above.

"Psst. Do you hear something, Mr. Gris?" Domio asked.

"Hear something? Like what?" The assassin looked back.

"Like screaming." The boy clarified.

"Screaming?- Scatter!"

LEAP!

SCRAMBLE!

Gris heard the shrill cry from above as he immediately jumped back.

Domio scrambled away with Nebula in arms as he barely made it out before-

CRASH!

DUST!

The body landed with a loud crash.

"Squawk! Squawk! Squawk!"

The crash caused some Horsebirds to hastily flee, but other than that, most of the monsters in the immediate area would've been dispatched beforehand.

"W-What was that?!" Domio asked in a concerned and frightened tone. His fear of a possible enemy outweighed the assassin's menacing glare.

"Stop that. We have no reason to be afraid, for now. Whatever landed does not know of our position." Gris responded as they peeped through some bushes that they hid behind.

An audible gulp escaped the young Loweean's throat as he looked on in suspense. The dust cleared slowly as a silhouette would strain himself to stand.

Their movements were shaky and panting could be heard as the person attempted, but they made it to their feet.

"...!" The voice took in large gulps of air.

They slumped over a bit, their arms at their sides as they collected their breath.

The dust cleared as their appearance became a bit easier to distinguish.

For one, the person was tall.

Very tall.

Accompanied by the messy and curly golden blonde hair that they sported was certainly an eye-catcher. Speaking of eyes, they had azure blue orbs that would be looking around in a very hyper and unsure manner, as if they had never seen the place. Made the boy wonder if he was into breaking pots, or feeling it. Maybe he even had a really big sword.

They were a male, and physically in shape with aesthetically pleasing muscles, albeit banged up from wherever he came from as they wore wearing an essex green tank top that was moderately ripped and torn.

His wristbands were shamrock, as they were busted as well as his pants appeared to be baggy black jeans that had many tears as they were held up by a brand name belt that was umber brown that had the buckle sporting the logo for Leanbox, his vest being tucked in the pants.

His shoes we some boots.

Shamrock boots that were... Also brand name.

Tumbs.

They were damaged a bit from whatever he had gone through prior, but still retained the exaggerated swagger of a hype beast.

Sorta.

He turned his head as he tried to look for anything familiar, but drew blanks. The forest he found himself in was completely unfamiliar to his eyes, as he could only take in what he currently processed, with nothing to comment or even associate as the man simply remained silent for a bit before speaking on the matter.

"Hmm... Where did the bloke send me...? Now I know 'ow Aunt Neptune feels whenever she hops dimensions. I guess time travel in this case, bloody 'ell. 'Aven't seen this place before" He muttered in a husky voice, that had a strange accent.

"Wait. Neptune? Aunt Neptune?" Domio asked.

"Be quiet, Domio. The more he speaks is the more intel we get." Gris shushed the boy.

"Access!"

The man tried to transform as he yelled.

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"Shite... I can't go HDD anymore... I'll hafta link with the Sharicite. If Gris' power sent me back 20 years, then... This is around the time big sis was in the Gamindustri Graveyard. Gotta keep my identity a secret, before I start causing paradoxes or something that jeopardize my own existence... Methinks. At least until I'm born. Unless it's M theory and I'm in a parallel timeline, then whatever action I take is inconsequential to me own existence. Best not to test that theory right now, though." The blonde spoke before walking in a direction.

"HDD?... Time travel? Big sis? My power? This boy's got a wild backstory." Gris muttered under his breath as he listened to him.

"Domio, go out and talk to him." The assassin told the prepubescent mage.

"But I thought we were listening to him?" The boy responded with a question.

"If he knows me, then he has to be an associate of our future selves if his story lines up. And if he has a fiber of good in his body, he won't attack you. If he doesn't, I'll cap him and we'll take him down, or at least die trying. Now go out there and recruit that stranger." Gris pep-talked as he aimed his gun at the back of the man's head as Domio came out of the bushes with high levels of anxiety.

RUSTLE!-

EXTEND!

TWIRL!

POINT!

GUST!

The noise made the man twist around as he took out a metallic bar that extended into a bo-staff before twirling it and pointing it at the boy, forcing the dust to be expelled as a gust caused Domio to shield himself to prevent being blown away.

"Gah!"

FREEZE!

Domio reacted as he summoned his ice gauntlets to help block the strong wind force that hit him.

"Oi! Who the 'ell are you, lad?!" He asked fiercely as he gained a serious expression as his eyes narrowed and grip on the staff tightened.

"Don't hurt me! My name's Domio!" The ice mage spilled the beans as he was cross blocking and peeked through his block only to see a no-nonsense look from the man.

It soon melt into a surprised look however, as he lowered his staff a tiny bit.

"... Wait. Domio? Uncle Domio?" The man asked, ironically the same way the boy did to him.

"I'm an uncle?" The boy questioned the context of the response as he completely lowered his guard.

"You're so puny and small. Don't worry, though. You'll become a very big muscle man and have a chiseled jawline and deep voice after your bullocks drop eventually, just like the rest of us, ya silly bastard." He said reassuringly, recalling that Domio wasn't the smartest back then, from what the others told him as he nudged the arm of the boy with his hand.

"I... Do?" Domio inquired with the hope of every single child on Gamindustriman soil.

"Who did you think taught me magic, lad?" The man motioned.

"I taught you magic... Cool..." The boy thought about how grand the honor was as the man lowered his staff.

"Well, not yet, but eventually yes. But don't think about that right now, you might cause a temporal paradox."

TAP!

The time traveler warned the boy as he put his pole to the side as the bottom side tapped the ground.

"Who are you, Mister?" Domio asked his future student.

"Oh, well don't tell anyone, child, that doesn't know any better who is my future magic teacher, but the name is Vergo." The newly realized Vergo explained to Domio. "And I need you to help me get to Leanbox, buddy." He explained as he turned to the bush that Gris was hiding in.

"And you can tell Gris to come out his shrub."

BANG!-

CLUTCH!

Vergo would call out the assassin, who then fired a shot from his gun. Only for Vergo to catch the bullet with his hand, clenching the bullet.

"More of a dickhead as he was in the past... Or would it be the future...? Going with the shoot first, ask questions later prerogative.'' Vergo grumbled as he crushed the bullet before dropping it.

CRUSH!

DROP!

"Tch," Gris uttered before coming out of his shrub with his gun pointed at Vergo.

"And he still has his hair." The green clad tiem traveller snorted.

"I LOST MY HAIR?!" The assassin yelled out very angrily and slightly concerned for his scalp as he had his gun trained on the time traveling blonde.

"Nah, I'm just messing with ya. Nebula told me to try that on you when I got to the past. Your expression was worth every second guess I made about it." He explained tried not to laugh.

"..." Gris clicked his tongue as he clutched the grip of his weapon. "I see you caught onto his annoying personality traits."

"If it makes you feel any better, I was trained by you as well." Vergo tried to appease the edgelord's ego as well as improve the mood of the tense situation.

"Really? Then name the exact model of the gun I'm holding." Gris would quiz.

"Glock 17, Gen 5. All your models are usually equipped with a custom silencer for quick and silent kills as well as a flash hider for your larger guns. Your bladed weapon of choice is the kusarigama which is gadgeted to the brim with different situational items, and your favorite mode of transportation for missions is your beloved ability to increase the speed of the actions you make, increasing your travel speed to supersonic levels at the very least." Vergo stressed as Gris raised both brows as his grip would slightly loosen from being accurately described in unnatural detail.

"O-Oh. Well shit. Then what year is it?" He pressed. It should be the one thing he knew. If he didn't, then he was capping like a water bottle-

"20XX," Vergo stated with a slight smirk.

"Damnit. Who's this on my shoulder." The assassin asked.

''AL, full name Allister Chamuscado Mūten, 21 years of age if I do my math correctly, he's the best friend of Nebula since early childhood and the first witness to survive being attacked by you on a mission. He's known for being one of the strongest 'humans' in my time and has dealt with many fearsome and powerful threats alongside the CPUs including you, Nebula, and Domio. He's also known for sharing the story to deviant sex addicts to dissuade them from practicing unprotected sex of how he almost got syphilis at the age of 19 by sleeping with a-"

"Will you people let that DIE!..." AL cut off Vergo as the three jolted as he looked to the fire user.

"You were awake, AL?" Domio asked as he turn to his beaten buddy.

"I've been conscious since this rando exposed Gris' assassin kit. Just stayed quiet because it was funny. But now I wanna know how that blonde guy knows my damn biography!" AL winced as he shouted as he moved about angrily.

"It's because-" The hitman cut off.

"I'm from the future!" Vergo finished for Gris as he revealed it in a dramatic and narrator-like voice.

"Cap.'' The pyro warrior denied.

"He's not lying- He just told us about your syphilis story," Domio explained.

"I don't believe him because I don't wanna believe him, not because he's wrong," AL admitted.

"Your favorite rap song right now is Gas Pedal. You've shagged a total of... 19 women in the last year, and I think you once smoked ten blunts simultaneously right before doing an esoteric gang walk and throwing gangster hand signs that would rival a certain anime about ninjas whilst rapping about how Nebula ate your baloney sandwich without telling you and that you were going to murder his entire family on a Nepgram Live that became a top tier meme in 20XX with the likes of that cringy and annoying song about Friday, and that cop that pepper sprayed everyone." The time traveler spoke his piece.

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"...Fuck." AL cursed, defeated by history.

"So that's why you smelt like weed when I fought you. You were high off your ass.'' The assassin recalled as he had an amused smirk from the info that was dug up.

"Shut up, Gris." AL shot at the hitman.

"The fact that he made Gris bleed and sweat during that fight is probably the greatest one up he has on the man's entire career, considering that he smoked a spliff that made him high as a kite." Vergo brought it up.

"I can't say that he's wrong." Domio scratched the back of his head.

"Shut up dude, you weren't even there." The hitman defended his assassin pride.

"Leave him alone, he becomes your student in the future." Vergo stuck up for Domio.

"What is the future even like? You were trained by Gris?" AL asked.

"And me," Domio told the pyro warrior, making him arch a curious brow in surprise.

"Really?! Damn. Now I really wanna know what flying car time is like."

"Let's not talk about the future..." Vergo tried to change the subject as his smile faded and he looked away. Gris picked up on his tone.

"What happened." He asked, intrigued and with suspicion.

"You're better off not knowing. Trust me." Vergo assured, with his demeanor becoming uncomfortable.

"We're trying to do that right now, and you dodging the question ain't gonna make us do it any more than just telling us." AL pressured.

"I wouldn't be dodging the question if it wasn't that bad." The blonde looked back to AL.

"Maybe we should listen to him. He looks serious." The ice mage tried to get his friends to move on from the vital question.

"So what? It's not like we're all dead in the future or something." AL said with a hopeful tone.

"About that..." Vergo would acknowledge as he looked down. "It's so bad that I had to watch Rom and Ram be brutally slaughtered by Xero in graphic detail, not to mention the total annihilation of the entire world as everything and everyone was either ruthlessly killed or died by proxy from existence deleting system 32.." He bomb dropped.

Dead silence ensued.

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"WHAT. WHAT THE FUCK!-" All three recited the legendary reference to a certain Neptuber as Vergo winced from the synchronized curse.

"Language Domio. But, what?...The twins died?" AL asked again, filled with more desperation to be wrong with sad realization.

"What about us? We're dead?" Gris queried, wide eyed. The time traveler shrugged. "What do you mean, you don't know?! " The assassin gave the blondie a harsh glare.

"But I don't want to die..." Domio sniffled.

"Well that won't happen for two decades-, actually since I'm here, it shouldn't happen at all since I can now help you guys divert it-" Vergo awkwardly tried brighten the spirits of the reasonable shocked and unnerved warriors but fell short.

"But what happened." Gris specified. "For goddess' sake, my mid-life crisis is the fucking apocalypse." The assassin shook his head.

Vergo sighed as the memory, all but fresh in his mind as he explained to the group.

"Well, no use prolonging it. If you're wondering, no, you didn't die to the Deity of Sin or ASIC, those guys got eviscerated by the power of friendship or whatever from my sister and her friends, with the help of you guys and some holy sword or whatever..." Vergo explained.

"Holy sword?" AL asked, still unclear.

"Your sister?" Domio asked as he turned his head to the side.

"...Vert." Gris correctly assumed.

"Lady Vert?" AL repeated with a more formal title.

"It's obvious. The blonde hair, the blue eyes, the fact that he sounds mature and he looks like something out of some 90s shoujo anime as a heartthrob love interest for the main female character." The hitman deduced.

"Speaking from experience with that last one-" AL jabbed the assassin.

"Shut. The fuck. Up." Gris exhaled as he closed his eyes with an irritated flush.

"Heh. But Lady Vert with a brother. Seems like something out of fanfiction." AL had no idea how self-aware that comment was.

"I've heard that a lot." Vergo sighed. In a franchise where the cast was basically comprised of XX chromosomes except for robots and NPCs, his existence was either a NEET's self-insert fantasy, taboo, or blatantly laughed at/denied. It was damaging to his opinion of himself, to be honest.

"Sorry man, but that's just what it sounds like." AL tried not to unconsciously sound like a non-believer, to the CPU Candidate's face of all things.

"I understand. Not even Vert was fully comfortable with my existence. I always suspected it to be something about not being the little sister she always dreamed about. I knew I couldn't really do anything to change that, but that didn't make it hurt any less..." He whispered that last part as Gris narrowed his eyes.

"Sounds like something that's more of a you problem." The assassin told the time traveler.

"No, no. This is relevant." The blonde raised a hand in interruption.

"How?" AL asked.

"You know that one song by famous singer and songwriter Adobe?" The godling inquired with the people within the group.

"I thought you were going to say 5pb. for a second." Domio assumed."

"What do you know about rolling down in the deep with 5bp.'s music, Domio?" Vergo had an intrigued and knowing face as the assassin cut him off.

"Not enough to derail this conversation, what are you getting at you blond temporal anomaly?" The hitman played no games.

"It's one of her albums." Vergo hinted.

"Which one?" The martial artist queried in return.

"25." He revealed.

It then clicked as the background started to wobble and contort as a backstory sequence was occurring.

"No, don't you fucking dare-" Gris did not tolerate the thought of two meme lords existing in the same vicinity in which he did.

Too late the transition had completed before he could curse out the time traveler for the long-winded roundabout into a dated (by Vergo's standards, he was surprised the song even existed by now) reference to a musical meme.

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"Uhm... Hello?" A younger, more prepubescent Vergo that looked physically on the verge of puberty, who would be dressed in something that was in the 1600s, with his ruff that rested on his neck being frilly and white, whilst wearing a lux jerkin that showed some green sleeves with his lime green undershirt with white cuffs for his small frame.

He also wore some khaki leggings with some tailored breeches and some very stylish wellingtons. He donned wearing a cloak that would be forest green on his shoulders though, giving him an air of mystery at the same moment as he uneasily greet a young woman as she equally surprised as he was the way he had just materialized with a spike in Share Energy within the Leanbox Sharicite.

The phenomenon was so sudden, it was enough to get her from the middle of a raid in 4GO4, leaving her team in the middle of an important raid she had been planning ahead of for WEEKS. This was certainly an event which required such attention, as her Sharicite had never reacted in such a manner from the instance she was created until that moment. She flew from her chair as the connection she felt was significantly altered to the point she assumed something had gone wayward due to the fact that this discovery was in the wee early hours of the morning.

"Apologies, but who might you be, little one?" A woman who looked awfully similar to him would ask. She had the appearance of a woman in her mid-20s, around twenty four to be precise, as she stood around 5'04" as she possessed golden blonde hair that matched his, but hers would be wavy, rather than curly, which was the boy that had just come into existence. She had a fringe that was kept above her eyes with three sets of bangs.

She consisted of a green and peach-colored dress with the top being a dark green that had gold lining on it and being sleeveless, as well as revealing a considerable portion of the cleavage of her F cups, covered through a veil of sorts. She also wore a ribbon on her neck, which was red, had detached upper-arm portions of her dress's sleeves, and had frilled gloves on her hands. She was visibly tired, her eyes having slight bags despite days of gaming and hours of raiding and refilling her energy with some snacks and drinks as she did not look her best, but still attempted to maintain a cordial air in her appearance.

"Oh. I'm Vergo, milady. To you... I would be the CPU Candidate of Leanbox." Vergo told the woman as her eyes widened. This was some of the only knowledge that had been brought into existence with the young lad's creation, his reason for existing feeling reaffirmed as he told her the information. The woman's features became shell-shocked as she registered what he had just told her, looking him up and down as she replied to his statement with her emotions on her sleeve.

"The CPU Candidate?! Goodness, I..." Vert was a loss for words.

She would have expected a cute little sister that she had been hoping and dreaming about ever since Blanc, Neptune, and Noire had gotten theirs. An adorable little sister, that was around or slightly younger than Ram and Rom would've been ideal for her tastes, as she was yearning for the opportunity to raise her into the perfect bite-sized imouto. Or even someone older yet still considerably more juvenile, akin to Uni or Nepgear would have been delightful as well, being able to do another vast array of things with a little sister that was not so little. The possibilities were virtually endless once share energy was involved in the equation, and this was a fact that the green goddess knew very well.

And yet out of those numerous possibilities, she had been bestowed a small boy instead.

Her hopes and dreams of the perfect loli sister have dashed aside and rebranded by the shota before her.

The concept of her failed dreams being realized made her noticeably downtrodden, as her not getting her ideal sibling started to show on her face.

"...Huh? Are you... Sad? I-I'm sorry..." Vergo asked his new sister, as her face fell slightly, to her immediate surprise, not wanting to make the boy feel bad about himself upon the first few seconds of being alive.

She was already failing him, and he'd only been alive for a few seconds!

"G-Goodness, no! No, no, no. Apologise for that display. I was just not expecting you to arrive in such a spontaneous manner, that's all." The elder blonde responded with haste as the boy lit up in surprise.

Vert then fixed her features once the boy caught on, and changed her expression to a more pleasant visage as she patted the boy's head.

"Well... You might not be my ideal little sister, but you are my... Sibling, and I'll do my best to treat you just as well, Vergo." The goddess told the younger god as he still thought about how her face had fallen when she heard how they were related.

"Thank you... Vert." Vergo responded as a foreign sensation spread through Vert's heart.

She wanted to describe it as a heartwarming feeling, but her failed expectations warped it into this uncomfortable feeling of a euphemism, akin to a mother telling her son that he looks handsome, even if he's average at best. A pleasant lie that she couldn't help telling the boy, even if she knew it was not the truth she so desperately wanted.

Not to mention how this would look to the people of Leanbox! Would they even accept him when the time came forth?

She was already praised for her voluptuous and womanly figure. It was a staple that all Leanboxians adorned and were infatuated with her appearance, and were always that way for about as long as she was ruling the nation. Even admirers from other nations knew that fact. Some had even converted because of it, her feminine and mature appearance was a powerful tool.

And now that her apparent... Relative had burst into existence from the Sharicite, she had no idea how to tell them. They might even resent the boy if she even mustered the heart to go out there and tell her people, and she already saw his reaction to her staved disappointment, let alone their dissatisfied uproar.

She could just never tell them. To preserve Leanbox's predisposed mindset of its goddess and keep the nation's balance of shares stable for the most part. Her brother would grow curious, but nothing a bit of foreboding and warning would dissuade him from wanting to explore the outside, right?

"So... What is this place, Vert?" Vergo asked the older woman. His azure orbs shifted around the room, observing his surroundings as the new environment he was in piqued his interest as he took in the cybernetic room as many green lights moved around the premises.

"Oh, this place is called the Sharicite Room. This is not only your birthplace but also harbors the source of our power. The Sharicite." The Leanbox CPU finished as she motioned her hand behind him, and he saw the big glowing crystal, with a glowing green power signal within the crystallized share energy.

"Really? That's mad." The boy looked in marvel at the object.

"Now, what would you like to do, Vergo?" Vert asked her younger brother. She always expected a little sister around the Lowee twins' age, if not younger, and had played many games in that regard to prepare herself for the endeavor, but had absolutely no idea how to manage with a preteen boy as her brother.

Except for those BL. Wait a minute-

"I'd like to go outside." The male CPU Candidate responded. He wanted to leave the room.

"G-Go outside?" The goddess repeated.

"Yes, Vert. Is there something the matter?" The polite boy asked with moderate concern.

"No, no, of course not. It's just that-"

The sounds of footsteps from outside the Sharicite Room could be heard, as a voice rang out that was all too familiar to the blonde goddess.

"Vert, darling? Are you finally ready to spend some time with me? You've been gaming for 3 days now! That raid must surely be finished by now, right?" The feminine voice sounded out as it approached the room.

'Oh dear.' The goddess thought as the doors were opened.

"There you are, my lovely Vert- Who is that." The woman's demeanor drastically changed upon seeing the boy next to her that looked remarkably similar to her goddess. Her face instantly shifted from one of jubilation to suspicion as she never saw her goddess with someone besides herself within one of if not the most important room in the Basilicom besides her bedroom for...

Reasons. Totally not to take anything for research purposes. Of course not.

"This is... Er, my-" Vert would be cut off from explaining something even she had trouble accepting by the person themselves.

"I'm Vergo, ma'am. Vert's little brother and the CPU Candidate of Leanbox." The blonde boy told the greenette.

"Excuse me?!" The woman exclaimed, detail ever so evident in her tone as her face became shocked and slightly horrified. Never in a million years did the woman actually think that her darling Vert would gain a sibling during her lifetime, let alone her lifetime. It was simply wish fulfilment that she politely allowed because she knew that her presence was enough to fill that ever-present hole in her goddess' heart.

And of all things an ador- abominable little brother! It was like this was straight of a nightmare!

"What is the meaning of this!" The woman demanded.

"Stay right there, dear. I'll calm her down, so do not worry yourself." The mature woman patted the head of the younger sibling as Vergo had a very cautions gaze towards the increasingly upset lady opposite to him.

Vert walked to the woman, and proceeded to grab her by the hand, making her snap put of her stae of denial as she closed the door behind her.

SLAM...!

After that, silence ensued.

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But Vergo felt a pang of curiosity within his being, so he went over and pressed his ear on the door.

What he heard next would be interesting at the very least.

"I know I shouldn't spy on them but..." He whispered as he partook in some eavesdropping. "They're talking about me after all. Maybe it's about outside!" Childish expectations were met with a sour reality.

"What is the meaning of this!?" An immediate outburst was heard as the woman twisted around to face her CPU with a mixture of an upset and demanding aura, her eyes glaring at her idol.

"It's exactly as it seems. Even I'm still registering his place as my little brother. Admittedly, he's not the first thing that came to mind for a CPU Candidate, but as the CPU of Leanbox, I must cherish him nevertheless." Vert replied, her explanation sounding as if she was trying to convince herself, as well as her conversation partner.

"You can't be serious, Lady Vert!" The same lime-haired woman complained. "I'm your little sister! Not this imposter posing as your... Y-Your... Your b-br... The CPU Candidate!" She tried to make Vert see her way as she justified his illegitimacy. There was just no feasible way that the boy on the other side of that door was his darling's brother!

And even if there was, she'd still refute it!

The woman had long light green hair with a black and green ribbon tying a portion of it into a ponytail in the back. She possessed red eyes and was dressed in a stylish black mini dress with black bows on both sides and long frills draping off both sides with a bright green coloring under them. Her socks were booth black and thigh highs and were accompanied by matching black heels with purple bows in the center. The woman in question would look to be in about her late 20s as well, especially with her E cups still not sagging after being alive for well over 40 years.

"As much as you want to deny it Chika, the Sharicite brought him to me exactly as is. The experience itself doubles as verification and irrefutable evidence. Even if I wanted to side with you in this event, the fact of the matter is that Vergo is my biological brother." Vert told her Oracle in a dignified tone, as much as she too wished it were not true.

"I refuse to believe this! Does he even have a proper connection with the Sharicite? Can he even use share energy? Does he have the ability to transform?! Are you sure you didn't just blink and he walked in and pretended to be thr CPU Candidate-"

"Enough of this, Chika! He is my brother and as much as it may or may not irk the both of us, you will treat him as such! Even if I am not fully pleased with the outcome of his appearance, he is family and I will treat him like the family I have desired for so long. And I expect you to fo the same, lest you continue your behavior and face the consequences." Vert put her foot down as she stared down a Chika in denial.

Hell, even she was still in that boat with her. But Vert made an active decision to accept the reality of the situation, no matter how her inner feelings grew with discomfort.

"I... But... He's... Not even a girl..." Chika weakly raised a finger as she brought up the rather sexist observation. Well, she had a point, but with recent events being played out, it wasn't so much the status quo.

"The reason for that remains unclear, but even so..." The goddess paused as she looked back to the boy within the room.

"Even so, we will acknowledge him for now. He's done nothing of suspicion yet, and to look at him any differently out of hyperbolic paranoia would be nothing short of injustice." Vert defended her new sibling, trying to look on the bright side.

"... Fine. If you say so, my darling Vert." Chika gave in as she softened her expression slightly.

"I'm glad you could adhere to reason, Chika. Now let me learn more about him and his personality. Excuse me, if you may."

OPEN!

CLOSE!

Vert asked of her Oracle as she grunted once going back into the room.

"UGH!..." Chika groaned loudly once Vert was no longer in earshot, but Vergo had moved just in time as his big sister had returned.

---

"So she harbored disappointment ever since you were born? Harsh." AL cringed as he was now be walking to Leanbox.

"Not directly, but I could see it in her eyes. The way she always approached me, her body apparent but her eyes distant. lt messed with me, but I didn't want to make her feel bad about trying, so I kept it in. Now, all I wonder is what good did that do, since she's gone now." Vergo specified.

"The little sister thing must've bugged her to the bitter end. I could only imagine how she felt, after what happened." He solemnly deduced as Domio spoke.

"So she wanted a sister, and she got you. Why is that bad? You seem cool enough Mr. Vergo." Domio complimented as Vergo looked at the boy.

"Thanks, bruv." He ruffled the kid's hair before looking back forward as he gripped the compact version of his staff. "But back then, I was still what you'd label 'in the developing stages'. "

"And this Chika woman must've been extremely jealous if she hated you with a passion from the discovery of your birth. I see it no other way she'd act so vehemently towards you upon knowing you for a few minutes." Gris assumed the mystery woman's character.

"From the surface level, you'd be right, but I've learned with time that she's more dramatic and just hates the fact that Vert's attention was diverted from her, which by proxy made her hate me being the reason why it was taken away in the first place. But I'd be apprehensive about my existence looking from an outside perspective since the reasoning seems asinine the minute you use logic." Vergo clarified as he came to terms with the lady's attitude to him in terms of his existence, trying to see it from her perspective.

"So, how did you grow up when even your being was put into question? " AL asked as he scratched his head, now standing up and walking with the group with Nebula on his shoulders as Domio was struggling after a while, having to take a break as the CPU was face-up on the floor.

"Ah, yes. Puberty. Well, for one, I couldn't go outside. Too much resemblance to Vert and speculation could arise, quickly becoming clarification and then I'd singlehandedly turn the nation on its head. Chika would literally slander me every other day of the week due to her envious nature of my existence, my only friends consisted of the Basilicom staff members, and my online friends on the LoWii Switch, Lastation 6, a Cosmos Console, and the Leanbox One Series X console. At least I 100%'d all those games."

"Leanbox One Series X?" Gris queried. "Is that a future console?"

"Yep," Vergo responded.

"Niiiiiice." AL congratulated. "And you one hundred percented every single game on it? "

"From FPSs, racing games and RTSs to some dating aims, rhythm games, RPGs, puzzle games, simulators, action, adventure, idle incrementals, indie... I had a lot of free time since I was basically bound to the Basilicom. But alas, trouble in the sheltered paradise would arise." He mentioned.

"How so?" Gris became hooked.

"Well, it started when Vert tried to put a princess dress on me right before Chika tried to accuse me of rape." Vergo sighed.

...

...

...

Silence ensued from the information that caused a sudden mood switch within the backstory segment.

"..." Domio held his tongue. His mind was still trying to grab the proper response as his face was currently a loading symbol.

"...Pfft." Gris raided a brow in slight amusement and subversion of expectation.

"...?" Nebula came to, just in time to hear Vergo go on about a false rape accusation and crossdressing have the most confused face in the group.

"Wait, what the fuck-" AL was cut off by the transition change as his face contorted to one's appearance after drinking spoiled milk.

---

"NO! Get that abomination away from me, Vert!" Vergo, now in his mid-teens according to his physical age, fifteen to be exact, was backing away from a cherry Vert with a dress that was pink, frilly, and effeminate to the very last atom.

His clothes changed, becoming more modern as time passed since his old ones did not fit him any longer. He needed not to fret, since he had the disposal of only the best designers at his sister's, and therefore his behest.

Although he used their talents for more... Meager attire.

He now sported a dark green open hoodie that had a white vest underneath it, clinging to his chest as it showed a somewhat noticeable level of muscular development, a four-pack present as he still managed to stay fit from playing some exercise games and training with Vert on some occasion.

He also wore some black track pants with two lines on both sides that fitted his legs well enough to have a peek at his toned physique but not as much as to cut off the blood circulation to the body parts.

And his feet were fitted by some Inverse sneakers that were matching with his hoodie, the tongue of the shoe being low cut as they stood, backing away as much as they could from the pushy older sister.

The sweat from the nervousness he felt ran down his face and reached his obsidian black choker (Quite the e-boy, weren't we.) as it clung around his neck. It shined as it was studded with some emerald gemstones to match his clothes.

They were in the CPU Candidate's room as the memory was recalled.

His aging was a phenomenon unknown to even Histoire since his growth was rapid whereas CPU Candidates didn't grow until they assumed the position of the leader of the nation themselves. His existence was indeed enigmatic, down to the very basic notions of how share-based deities operated. All the more reason to do research to try and find the differences and similarities.

The younger brother chalked it up to the Leanbox Effect.

His lineage's viewpoint of "bigger is better" according to what he read on the files of the Basilicom laptops may have genetically screwed him over with overactive hormones or blessed him with unrivaled sex appeal.

Great Grandma Teena was all about risk and reward, from what he could assume. But even so, he wasn't looking forward to being called Biggus Dickus anytime soon. Even if it was kind of funny.

"You cannot knock something until you try it, Vergo! Just think of all the bonding we can do if you just put on the dress!" Vert tried to coax her brother into following through with her wishes. She always understood that the two of them did not have much time together in this sort of recreation, and even less when those times went well, without an awkward or distant air. So why not spice things up and open the possibility of a shared interest.

Vert had been taken up by her duties and her gaming for so long, the moments she did spend with her brother were either situations and scenarios where they were in the same room, one needed help for something, or when Chika busted into his room to blame him for some random thing that went wrong, ranging from the weather to the room temperature somehow having his involvement.

There were other instances his sister "bonded" with him but... Er...

It was starting to grow old, to say the very least. But it wasn't like he had anywhere else to stay.

"I love you, sis. I do. But think about the decency, about the humanity. You tried to put me in some weird BL fetish cosplay last month. I still have some nightmares about that." The boy shuddered in discomfort. He didn't have a problem with the genre, but because of that, he'd never convert to his sister's side.

Then there was that incident. Now he had a slight phobia because of all the things he saw. He wished there was a brand of bleach for his brain.

"It wasn't that horrible." The elder sister waved off.

"You had me strung up like some kinky BDSM rope bunny and was gonna stick shite into me and put it into your scrap book! I'm lucky Chika was sick or else I'd have to go to therapy for that, not to mention the sexual identification crisis I'd have to endure! That was not cool, Vert!" The CPU Candidate remembered, his sister's disturbingly content face in that memory.

"Well, it's not like I was going to post it online. Unless you wanted me to...!-" She giggled into her hand as Vergo found another point to serial his elder sister's train of thought.

"I'D NEVER EVEN THINK OF IT! The first time the world has it's eyes on me, and think I'm a twink?! No thank you! I have hair on my bullocks for a bloody reason!" Vergo tried to appeal to his masculinity as he backed away, narrowly avoid tripping over his controller in the room that they were in.

"Oh please, they don't even know you exist. So I'll have this experience all to myself. And what's so wrong with a man wearing a dress? " The goddess giggled to her younger sibling as she motioned the dress towards him.

"Nothing! I am completely neutral to it! I just want to maintain my testosterone on the Interneps, dear sister, so please, I BEG OF YOU! Rethink your course of action! I still wanna browse Neppit and N-chan!" The god begged as he was cornered.

"Can't you just do your only big sister one small favor? I'll promise to make it up to you... A new game, some Mt. Dew and Loritos, anything within reason. I'll even smoother you with my lovely bust if it makes you happy!" Vert bargained with her sibling.

"...All of those things sound very appealing, Vert except for that last one. Incest is not wincest. But... DAGA KOTOWARU!"

ZOOM!

Vergo delivered his final verdict as he dashed over the side of his sister, moving as a blur as he passed her.

"What?! No! But my dress collection! I have an entire wardrobe! I even have the Lowee Princess Edition!" Vert called out to him.

"I love democracy!"

CUSHION!

ZOOM!

Vergo proclaimed as he pressed up against the air itself, acting like a cushioning force before launching him towards his door.

He saw the exit. His path to freedom, away from the insane blabberings of his sister about her crossdressing fantasies for him. Vergo didn't mind anyone else doing it, just not him specifically.

Just wasn't his cup of tea.

It's chewsday, innit?-

Vert turned around as she saw him going for the door he neared it at incredible speeds.

She gained a look of disappointment as she would have to chase her brother around the Basilicom, time which could have been used to play 4 Goddesses Online 4, but she sucked it up for the possible sight of her slightly bishonen brother who would not escape her clutches this time.

"Oh no you don't-!"

OPEN!

Vert initiated the chase, but stopped as the door opened as Chika made her appearance known.

"My darling Vert? Are you done talking to your brother-''

"Oh dear-" Both siblings recited before the unfortunate event would occur.

COLLIDE!

"Ack!" Chika cried out.

TUMBLE!

"Oof!" Vergo grunted in discomfort.

ROLL!

"Ouch!" Chika shouted out in pain.

TUMBLE!

"Shite!" Vergo cursed under his breath somewhat loudly.

The Oracle began to speak, but was cut short as the CPU Candidate, being caught off guard and crashed into the blindsided Oracle, sending both of them in a pile as they tumbled across the Basilicom corridor.

Vert looked away from the unsightly collision as they tumbled for a bit.

The two tumbled for a bit more before they stopped, but the worst was yet to come.

CRASH!-

SMOOCH!~

When they finally stopped rolling about, they ended up on top of each with the cliché trope of their lips somehow being interlocked as they were the equivalent of human Twister as Vergo flew at her at the speed of about a car breaking the speed limit.

"Oh my!" Vert exclaimed as she wouldn't have expected such a scandalous turn of events to occur.

"Mmm!" Chika's face became crimson as she had just experienced her second kiss of her lifetime and made a noise of recognition. Vergo was also blushing a whole lot from the new experience, having his tongue in somebody else's mouth. He didn't expect it to white be the one person who preyed on his downfall, but at the same time the Oracle wasn't unattractive by any means.

Her lips were soft and delicate, which was a very pleasant feeling initially, until he had realized who he had just kissed, souring the 'supposedly' special moment.

And it was his first. He felt her tongue trying to push away from him, but only make the kiss seem more sensual as it made him push back with his tongue to maintain what space he might have left to himself in his mouth, turning the simple lip contact into a tongue wrestling match, wet smacking sounds filling the air. The fact that her breasts were pressed up against his chest and that she smelled nice didn't help him in keeping his libido down as he tried to break the unwanted smooch, seeing for himself that frustrated tears were starting to form in the Oracle's eyes as his own surprised orbs took notice.

"Fwah!" He separated their lips by moving his head back as the saliva trailed from their mouths, the two looking at each other incredibly awkwardly. He kissed the one woman who had probably envied him more than the green-eyed monster itself.

And who constantly tried to make him look bad in the vain attempt to make his sister no longer love him, despite being told that it would lead to serious ramifications by Vert over and over again, through the years.

He guessed that this was the karmic retribution for being so mean to him, but he would then also realize that this situation did not bode well for him either.

"Y-Y-You...! You've defiled me...!" Chika accused in a wobbly voice. An accusing finger was pointed as she used her other hand to wipe his saliva from her lips, the sensation that she felt making her breathing more husky, as she felt her body heating up from the entanglement as her blush did all but persist.

"I beg your pardon?!" Vergo had to do an audible double take to process the word she had just used to describe the ordeal. Pink was dusted onto his cheeks, the young lad still processing the sensation felt within his nether region as his eyes were locked with the green-haired Oracle.

"You vile beast! How dare you do such a deplorable act to such a esteemed member of the Basilicom!" She insulted him as she tried to undo the human knot they had miraculously managed to get into.

Unfortunately, all she managed to do in actuality was grind on his crotch area, her size assets only causing him to grunt in restrained pleasure as she moved her hips in just the right way to stimulate his undiscovered urges.

"H-H-How is t-this my fault?! You b-barged in on us- Although, I-I do thank for opening an exit p-path- But if you just k-knocked then we wouldn't be in such a tangled trouble... Urgh!" Vergo defended himself, trying his mightiest to maintain intelligent conversation as he felt something rising, and it was not Chika's anger.

"You k-kissed me... A-Ahn~!" She brought up, her own voice becoming hitched. Their movements only made the situation worse as it seemed less like an accident and more like a certain video shoot. The nearby Basilicom guards widened their eyes as they gasped in shock.

"AYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" One screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Get a room, you two! Oh my goddess! Lady Vert are you...Enjoying this?" He looked tho the blonde who had a gloved hand on her mouth as it masked the hidden enjoyment she gained from witnessing the event unfold.

"Oh heavens, no. I just find the situation... Ironic. I must also wait for them to separate before intervening fully." The goddess explained herself.

"Y-You pushed y-your tongue into my m-mouth!" He rebutted. Said nearby guards dropped their jaws at that tibit of information. Even more so when they started to roll around, each party involved topping each other with each rotation.

"Is this an argument or angry sex, I can't decide." A guard wondered.

"My money's on both. Chika did always seem like she'd be into something like this with the kid, so seeing it in real is jarring yet expected." Her colleague answered.

"I'm g-going to k-kill you for d-defiling me in front of my d-darling V-V-Vert, you annoying brat!- KYAAAAA!~"

PUSH!

The Oracle snapped as she forcibly pushed him off of herself.

But at the cost of getting into a position so unexpectedly stimulating, a wave of euphoria washed over the Oracle as her entire body squirmed with pleasure as she bellowed at a volume that echoed around the entire building, ecstasy being the descriptor that was perfect to describe her outburst.

SUMMON!

Chika was breathing heavily for a few moments before manifesting her weapon, being a spear which was brandished to be a powerful weapon, her legs still weak from the experience.

"Argh!" Vergo grunted as he landed on his back. He scrambled to his knee as he stared down the Oracle.

POINT!

She brought forth her spear as she pointed it at the boy as she got up.

"A-Any last words before I gut you like a fish!?" The Oracle shouted with a face that was red with anger and embarassment. Her eyes contained feminine fury and fire as she stared down the wary boy, her senses slowly returning.

"I want a lawyer!"

ROLL!

STAB!

Vergo yelled out before he rolled out of the way of a stab that pierced through the Basilicom floor.

"OH BLOODY HELL!" The CPU Candidate yelled as he hauled ass.

"G-Get back here!" The Oracle gave fervent chase.

"Chika, please stop this at once!" The CPU followed after the pair to intervene in the madness.

Vergo continued to book it, the enraged sis-con after him with Vert having to chase her as the boy eventually escaped the Basilicom with his life for the folly that he had unwillingly committed...

---

"I don't think she actually accused you of rape," Domio recalled the entire story.

"It wasn't until I read it on several articles and social media sites a few days later that everyone thought that 'some intruder' forced themselves on her as a random terrorist. I knew she was overdramatic, but that was uncalled for, mates." Vergo explained.

"Tough luck," AL told the time traveler.

"I think that Chika's just mad that she didn't get some more after what happened. Sounded like you were putting the moves on her, Subtract and the clothes and-" The assassin was cut off.

"Okay, Gris!" Vergo cut off. "Let's move on from that topic before I get that weird feeling again." Brushed aside the blonde.

"It's called PP go zoom. It's natural, don't worry." AL assured. "At the rate, you're going, I'm pretty sure you're gonna have a lot zooming to do." He nodded.

"I'm not sure I want that, since the last time it happened, she tried to kill me." Erred Vergo.

"Don't be a pussy. Fuck bitches, get money." Chanted the hitman.

"I'll... Keep that in mind." He nodded, anything to make conversation move along.

"But what was that technique you did with bouncing off the air? " Gris asked.

"That? A little something that I was apparently born with. I have an unnaturally high aptitude for wind-based properties to the point that I can manipulate them to my will, such as changing the density of the air around me and yelling so loud that I can create twisters and bursts of gales."

BOOM!

The time-traveling blonde iterated as he made his hand a finger gun and shot a pressurized ball of air at the nearest tree.

The tree, as well as the tree behind it, and the one behind that one too, all had a hole the size of a ping pong ball as Vergo blew on his finger.

"So, Aerokinesis.'' The assassin simplified.

"Damn straight." The Leanboxian responded.

"I have a feeling that my future self would have used your wind attacks for some killer combo moves," AL said aloud as he thought.

"Killer is an understatement. Wanton destruction is a much more fitting descriptor." Vergo corrected.

"Wicked." AL nodded. He'd still be kind of bummed that he was dead, though. All that command grab potential, down the drain.

"Where did you go when you escaped the Basilicom?" Gris inquired. "I can't believe someone without fighting experience would be able to wander far..." He assumed.

"I didn't have to. I bumped into someone." The time traveler spoke.

"And they got me out of dodge with the kindness in their heart and the fact that they were also a CPU. Put me in Planeptune and after I met Nebula, he became my mentor as I still needed guidance according to him, learning hand to hand combat and some martial art styles." He explained.

"What about me? Surely if you were associated with my name, you've must have learned something." Expected the hitman.

"Weapon mastery with the specialization in the bo staff. Taught me how to use some firearms and effectively being able to kill a person most discreetly with my current skillset. Some negotiation tactics, politics, technological knowledge, and also battle tactics, specializing in confrontational scenarios." He listed.

"As I should. It seems I put some time into you." Noted the assassin.

"And me?" Asked the Loweean.

"Wind magic. I got the general synopsis of how magic works in theory and practicality, with some more advanced examples in its applications." A finger was raised in delight as he smiled.

"Cooooool... I'm smart in the future!" He beamed.

"Doesn't that just mean you're dumb as rocks now?" A brow arched as the assassin faced the child.

"Why must everything you tell me make want into a hole and die?" Trembled the child.

"Because I'll keep doing so until you feel like crawling out." A simple response was given. This was met with disappointment, however.

"And how about me? I bet I taught you something REALLY useful!" A cocky smirk made its way onto the fire user's face.

"I advocate for it being completely irrelevant!" A fist of determination was raised as an equally confident grin was shown on the man's features.

"I hope when someone makes your coffee, they get the order wrong and put enough sugar to cause your blood flow to reverse from the pure insulin concentration." He grimaced.

"... Syphilis." Sniggered the manslayer.

"Your mother should've swallowed you." The flame fighter tend with a scowl.

"I distinctly remember it being 'How to get bitches' or something like that... Either that or something to do with acquiring a bakery?" Vergo pondered.

"I could have taught you that instead, you know. I've been inside more women than cosplay outfits Noire owns." Boasted the hired killer.

"You say that like it's a good thing." Deadpanned the CPU Candidate.

"Is it not? I swore I recalled you proclaimign your masculinity, yet you possess no bitches." Shrugged Gris.

"That's not important! What IS important is how is how I used the mentoring I received!" The conversation was completely sidetracked, as plot took over once more.

"Everybody was kung-fu fighting..." Nebula murmured as the scene wobbled into a flashback once again.

---

"Sei!"

SWING!

"Hah!"

STAB!

"Hnn!"

WHOOSH!

"Wooh!"

TWIRL!

GUST!

Vergo was currently on an island, northeast of the mainland, near Lastation as he was training in some ruins.

The infrastructure was worn and depreciated as moss grew on the crumbling stone walls, a reminder of a past civilization attempting to sustain itself without a CPU.

He was currently in his training gear as he was shirtless, his figure reminiscent of a healthy and muscular 18-year-old (Even if he was actually 9 at the time) as he had on some weighted bronze prayer beads around his torso, enhanced by the gravity of Nebula as he too sat on a ruined wall. His waist consisted of a black sash within his pants that went to the sides of his waist and went over a brown obi that knot was tied by two black pieces, hanging from the center of his waist holding up his agate green baggy pants. His feet and arms up to his palms were wrapped up in white arm leg wraps, as his feet were fitted with black tabi shoes with some black wrapping around his feet for extra stability.

His hair had slightly grown from then, reaching his nape with all his curls as his blue eyes harbored a semblance of resolve. His body was filled with scratches and bruises as he was currently sparring with a clone of the CPU Candidate, conjured by the meme lord himself. He had a wooden bo staff in hand, as he was being supervised by Nebula, Domio, and Gris. The clone of Vergo was mirrored from the real variation, as his color palette was darker as he too had a bo staff.

LUNGE!

BLOCK!

It rushed the CPU Candidate as Vergo held up his staff to block the strike.

JABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJAB JABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJAB JABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJAB!

The clone continued its offensive as it rapidly thrust its bo staff in an attempt to catch the original off guard as he aimed for a multitude of potential weak spots.

REDIRECT!

WEAVE!

BLOCK!

DODGE!

MISS!

DUCK!

The CPU Candidate barely kept up with his other's jabs as he moved his staff accordingly to redirect, block right on his weapon, or otherwise weave out of the path of attack as he felt the pressure of the strikes as he held his defensive.

THRUST!

MISS...!

Until the blonde god crouched just as the doppelganger delivered the final thrust that he put his entire body into, similar to the first one as he left himself open from the missed blow.

RISE!

STRIKE!

Vergo then took the opportunity to raise himself up and follow with shifting his hands up the staff raising it up as he stood, snapping the end of his weapon with the chin of his doppelganger, before flipping back with the momentum of the maneuver and landing on his feet.

LAND!

FLIP!FLIP!FLIP!

"...!" The doppelganger reacted with a pained grunt as it soon recovered with some handstand backflips.

DASH!

WOOSH!

Vergo wasted no time in letting him return to the offensive as the CPU Candidate shot from his previous position, the ground being kicked into the air from his enhanced strength as a CPU, even in human form.

WIND UP!

The doppelganger reeled back his pole, attempting to hit a home run in the skull of the CPU Candidate as he approached.

SWING!-

SLIDE!

TWIST!

KICK OFF!-

BALANCE!

And as he swung once Vergo was in Bash Bat distance, the blonde ducked the attack as he slid under his clone's legs before twisting around and kicking off thr ground again, this time using the staff as leverage to-

KICK!

Piston kick the clone in the back.

BLOCK!

WINDWAVE!

But the fight was not as clear cut as the clone used the staff by positioning it behind him to absorb the impact of the kick as the dust was blown back.

"His technique is improving." Nebula nodded as he observed the movements of his student.

"And I sense that his stamina pool is rising as well." An older Domio spoke, devoid of his stuttering habit with a surprisingly low voice to boot.

"But he still lacks that killer instinct. He's been fighting with his clone for the past 30 minutes, and they've been equally matched."

WHIRLWIND SPIN!

COUNTER BLOCK!

CLACK!

WOOSH!

Gris explained as Vergo swung his bot staff in a full 360 as his clone propped himself weapon to block the strike as wood could be heard clacking.

"Why would he need to develop a killer instinct?" Nebula asked his fellow CPU. "What would he possibly need to kill at this point? We exist, after all. When the time comes, we'll come to his aid." Finished the blue CPU."

"Why wouldn't he? You know the dangers we've faced with all of the enemies that have threatened the livelihood of Gamindustri." Argued the experienced CPU.

"Such a lenient mindset would surely spell his end. Especially back in the day with the likes of the Deity of Sin, Rei Ryghts, Kurome, the Time Eater, DCD, the VPUs, the Overlords, Demon Lords, SATAN HIMSELF, V.E R.D.I.C.T, Smash, and many, many more spaces, timelines and dimensions. The only reason we're still standing is that we've all found the necessary resolve to put down our enemies. If Vergo cannot learn to harbor this necessity, then he will be surely defeated."

THWACK!

The god finished as Vergo was knocked onto his back by his doppelganger.

THUD!

SKID...!

"Shite!" The CPU Candidate cursed as he was laid out.

He skidded on the ruin floors as his clone was quickly approaching him with lethal intent.

LEAP!

DOUBLE BACKFLIP!

TWIRLTWIRLTWIRLTWIRLTWIRLTWIRL!

The doppelganger struck the end of his staff into the ground as it launched him into the air as he did a double backflip before rapidly twirling his bo staff, getting ready to bury the CPU Candidate into the ground with a powerful attack.

Vergo was overtaken with a sense of defeat, believing the battle to be lost before he had even done anything until he heard a voice from Domio.

"Use a spell, V!" The Loweean god told the CPU Candidate.

"Right! Aero!"

WIND SPELL!

BLAST!

CRASH!

FADE...!

The blonde stuck out his hand as he fired off a low-level wind spell, but because of his CPU lineage, was enhanced to the point that he sent the doppelganger right into a wall, causing it to collapse as the clone faded from existence slowly due to the damage sustained.

"Phew... That was bloody close. I wouldn't like to imagine the injury I'd have if that hit me." The CPU Candidate shook his head as he arose.

"That was pathetic." The assassin walked towards the Leanboxian CPU as he had an unimpressed visage.

"Was it? I'd like to believe I did better than before." The blonde looked on the bright side of things.

"You were struck numerous times and were ultimately brought down first. And if not for Domio's outburst, you would have surely been beaten. As I said. Pathetic. And you still wonder how you cannot transform as yet." Gris continued.

"That is some proper tosh. I'm sorry I can't blow up the multiverse, Gris. But I'm trying over here. And I'm getting there! I just need the right push!" Vergo snapped back at the assassin.

"Well push harder. Peacetime is just preparation for the next war." The hitman coldly replied before Nebula spoke up next.

"What Gris is trying to say, is that you're improving, but marginally. You're starting to slow down, Verg. What's the matter?" The blue god asked his student a question.

"It's just that..." He began.

"Is it about Vert?" Domio hit the nail on the head. He has been acting strangely for the past few days, not being able to be as efficient in certain skills as he normally would've been, and his growth was becoming stunted because of it.

"Yeah... She hasn't even tried looking for me after I left Leanbox with Domio. It hurts. All I could remember her doing back when I left was... Nothing. I tried to forget it but it's been all I could think about." The CPU Candidate revealed."Even my dreams remind me of her, no matter how I just want to get a good night's rest."

But didn't you tell us she didn't want you?" The Loweean CPU asked. "You were chased out, weren't you? I found you sitting on the side of an alley with blood all over you, ready to collapse. I was going to haul you to the hospital, but you told me not to go to any in Leanbox..." Domio recalled.

"Because I'd be found, and persecuted for something I didn't do." Vergo justified. "At the time I just wanted everyone to leave me alone, but looking back I'm not so sure I even wanted to stay in the first place." He sighed.

"You didn't? But I thought you loved your sister?" Nebula was confused. This didn't seem like the CPU Candidate he knew. It was almost as if he was questioning his place in the world.

"I do!... It's just that she looked as if she didn't want me around. No less the emphasis of that opinion with Chika. I just didn't expect her to outright stop looking for me." The CPU Candidate moped. "On second thought, maybe leaving was the right thing to do..." He started to rethink his next words.

"Well, she knows you're alive." Nebula looked on the bright side. "You can't assume that she doesn't care about you because she hasn't reached out. I'm sure she still sends search parties." He opted for the goddess' vigilance.

"As if she'd act any different if I died." He assumed. "It's been years. I wouldn't blame her if she stopped either. She'd be glad if I left, Celestia knows Chika is, most likely."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"It just makes me feel as if my entire existence as a whole is a disappointment to her. If I didn't exist, she'd be happier. From the very first time I laid eyes on her, that sting of disapproval lingered in her eyes, and she never had the will to tell me flat out." He continued.

"Like a failed prospect, or a dysfunctional creation. And I've been thinking about it for a while and... What if I just never think about her again? Do the same as she's doing to me? It would sure as hell hurt a lot less." Vergo pondered the concept as Domio went to object.

"But you can't just simply forget Vert ever existed! What would that-"

"But isn't that what she did to me, Domio?! She stopped looking completely! She didn't even announce that I was missing to see if I was in bloody Leanbox, not one bloody time! So what's the harm, then? If she chooses to act as if I don't exist, then I'll do the same. Simple." Vergo snapped at his magic mentor.

"Well-" The martial artist was interrupted.

"She didn't even look for me under the pretense of the criminal accusation that I defiled her Oracle, so for even someone else's sake, she still chose inaction when it came to my involvement, placing her pride over her own people! Even for the sake of her citizens she still ignores me for reasons I can't fathom other than she's willing to put her intolerance of my existence over the very people she governs!" Spoke the estranged sibling as the dark god opened his mouth.

"Then what about Chika." The assassin asked.

"Worse yet! That fruitcake's the reason I left because she wanted a fucking reason to castrate me! I've seen her starkers cuddling next to a dakimakura of Vert that smelt like she queefed, squirted, and drooled all over it. Talk about a fuckin' sister complex! It's going into incest territory and she's not even blood related to the damn slag!" Vergo went on a full rant at this point.

"How about the staff?" The Loweean moved quickly not to concentrate the godling's ire.

"..." Vergo breathed.

The one group that didn't mistreat him back in his homeland, be it out of respect, money, or downright subconscious fear, was the Basilicom staff. It pained him that the very people that served under him and his sister felt more like family than his own blood relative, but that was the truth. They were with him more often, they checked up on him more often, they even confided in him from time to time, if he wanted to know what was going on in their lives, and did the same for him.

That was more than he could say for Vert or Chika.

"Name one good memory you had in Leanbox." Nebula looked to see if there was anything good about it.

"Leaving." The CPU Candidate snidely spat.

"Be serious." The magic CPU reprimanded the raving blonde.

"I am serious. Do you think I would want to live out the rest of my days in a place where all I could do is sit on my arse and play video games? Sure, it sounds nice the first few months, but then you want to go outside, and you bloody can't because your self-conscious older sister doesn't want all of Leanbox to implode from seeing a CPU that a twig and berries, and be seen as something other than 'Terrific Tittied Goddess', as she puts you in homoerotic cosplay and dresses as some warped form of 'sibling bonding'." The blonde seethed, anger returning within his tone.

His face then became hardened as he continued his explanation.

"Your only friends are people who work there, consoles and accounts of people I can never meet in real life. And to make it worse, I have that green-haired yahoo denying the legitimacy of my existence ever since that bloody crystal spat me out for Celestia knows what reason. Even Histoire hasn't had a fucking clue why I exist or the reason for it, and that only made me want to wring her fucking head off for the millionth time, every bloody time." His teeth clenched as he seemed.

"She couldn't just fucking shut up for five minutes and it drove me up the WALL! Paired with the fact that Vert was actually non-confrontational in stopping her only made me resent the both of them more, the nerve!" Vergo went on a heated rant as the trio stayed quiet.

"So I solemnly fucking apologize if I can't be bothered to reel in a foggy subconscious memory to answer the question of naming an instance where I didn't wish I was either human, another nation's CPU Candidate, or non-existential in someone's shitting fanfiction, since at least in some crappy shitpost I probably have more of a reason to live. I'd contemplate ending it all, but I wouldn't give that simp the satisfaction." Leanbox's CPU Candidate growled as he finished.

His eyes were slowly welling up with tears of frustration as he held the feeling for so long, that he just wanted an outlet. To bottle up these emotions were unhealthy, and this was certainly not the place, but be'd rather let it out here than blow up on someone who didn't deserve it.

Nebula looked down, not finding much fault in the boy's words from his perspective. He should know, with his own sibling under his wing. Also from the relationships he swat between the goddesses and their sisters, Vergo's situation was as unique as it was strained.

To neglect him due to the notion of an idea that didn't come into fruition, that slowly morphed and evolved into complete abandonment and apathy of his identity as time went on, not even the state's problems bringing her to accept that she once had a brother could do nothing but negatively impact the boy's opinion on her, and himself.

Nebula understood this towards Vergo's perspective, so for once he remained quiet to her more of his student's words. The animosity paired with the neglect he faced surely warped his self-esteem, even if he hid it from them for the most part.

Domio felt a similar way as his own sibling often felt lesser than him due to his more detailed history and grander feats. But he never dreamt of acting as if he simply did not exist. His ego would never overpower his sense of familial bond. But upon hearing the blonde's story, he wasn't sure he could say the same for Vert.

But Gris, however, had a less sympathetic and more insensitive yet realistic view of his student's delayed breakdown. Vergo simply sought for his sister's affection and genuine validation, even if he still felt the unbearable sting of being seemingly unloved, his heart subconsciously longed for the two of them to reconcile.

But because of Vert's lack of haste to reach out for him, the doubt and unpleasant experiences he was doled had more than enough time to shape his opinion of her into a warped and fugly interpretation of a piece of the truth he had no full scope of.

And with that corrupted piece, lead to his student's resentment of his bloodline. Compounded with his Oracle's overt objections, and his living restrictions, it did not take much for the boy to assume he was an experiment rather than a sibling.

So he asked the blonde a question. One that'd give them a concise and definitive answer.

"If Vert were here right now, and she wanted to reveal you to the world and claim you as her brother, what would you tell her?" Gris questioned the emotionally unstable blonde.

The assassin knew that he'd get something that was an overreaction due to the godling's mental state, but still wanted a response nonetheless.

"I'm sure you dreamed of the day, and longed for it to be a reality, but see you prepared for such an event to arrive on your doorstep? Or does your fantasy not coexist within the boundaries of reality?" Inquired the warrior deity.

The other adults looked towards the Leanboxian as he spoke.

"Simple." Vergo looked the assassin dead in the eyes.

"And that is...?" Nebula cautiously asked.

"I'D TELL THAT BITCH TO FUCK OFF! THE ONLY TIME I WANT TO SEE HER WRETCHED FACE IS WHEN IT'S TIME TO PUT HER IN THE GROUND!" He screeched.

!

...

"Guess he developed that killer instinct." Gris humored.

This is not the time, Gris." Domio deadpanned as Nebula patted the shoulder of the frustrated bloke as he silently cried.

"Just kidding.:But it would do well to transfer that anger into a more suited outlet. Letting it bide is rarely helpful." A serious visage returned.

"Come my student. Tell Giga Nebba all your problems." The blue master rubbed the back of the blonde as he just stared at the floor, angry and upset, before tears that yearned to fall, dropped to the upturned soil.

---

"You were that angry at her?" Domio asked, concerned.

"Livid. But all I feel now is... Emptiness." Vergo put his hands in his pockets.

"Why?" AL asked.

"My resentment for her was what made me miss out on trying to mend that relationship by figuring out her actual reason for not looking for me. And it was only added on even more that I never saw her again from that day. I didn't even get to see her corpse. And frankly, I wish I did. It would have given me some closure and perspective.

"On what?" Gris raised a brow.

"That I outlived the twat." The blonde tried to go for an edgy joke, but it sounded more pathetic than anything.

"Wow." Nebula scratched the back of his head.

"I know. And I used to be able to laugh about it, too. It just feels wrong now... Rest in pepperonis." Vergo sighed.

"You act like that isn't common knowledge." Gris snarked.

"You kill people for money." AL flatly told the assassin.

"You're a stoner." The assassin rebutted.

"I get high. You send people's souls on high. We're as different as chalk and cheese." The stoner differentiated.

"I kill people, you kill your braincells." The hitman retorted. "

"Shut up. My brain is fine." He held his forehead, before patting not a few times.

"Says the retard that thought fighting while high was a good idea." Laughed Gris.

"SHUT UP!-"

"Relax, you two!" Vergo abruptly cut off. "At least let me finish before you try to make fun of each other." He growled, growing tired of their verbal feud.

"Fine. Before we move on, Domio was a CPU in the future?" AL asked incredulously.

"I mean you're a demon hybrid-" Once again, cut off.

"I'M A WHAT?!" The pyro warrior exclaimed as his voice rang out.

He probably wasn't supposed to blurt that out.

Damnit.

"Shite. Uh... It's not as bad as you think. But refrain from thinking about it too much. If you know, they'll know." Vergo would explain.

"Who are they? " AL would ask.

"You don't want to know." The time traveler responded. And AL kept himself in ignorance for good measure.

"So I'm a god in the future?" Domio asked.

"He never told me how he did it, but yes, you are a CPU God in the far future." Vergo would confirm.

"Am I still a kid, though?" Domio asked as he tilted his head in thought.

"Nope. You are an 18-year-old adult." The blonde notified.

"18!? That's so cool! Do I have a beard and stuff?!" He asked excitedly.

"Yeah, mate. I mean, I'm still taller than you, but you've basically become a slightly above average height man. Some stubble here, voice that could smooth gravel there. I think you even had a few extra transformations." Vergo would hint.

"Transformations?" Gris repeated.

"Indeed. And I, cannot do that right now. I have to get to the Leanbox Sharicite and establish a connection with it." The blonde brought up as he would put a hand in his ripped pants pocket.

"My link to this version of the Sharicite is there, but it's foggy and weak. I'll need to make contact to strengthen it." The time traveler explained.

"But you still haven't told us why you're here." AL would bring the conversation back.

"Oh. Well, that's also the reason why you're all probably dead." Vergo guessed their current state, which made Gris raise a brow.

"I'd like to know the bastard who was able to put me down, if I am down." Gris said as he folded his arms as he walked.

"Me too. I'm literally dying, to know." AL punned as he gave a cheesy look to Vergo who snorted humorously as the assassin groaned.

"But can you please tell us how we, uh... Well..." Domio had difficulty saying it.

"Say no more, lad. I remember it like it was yesterday because it was yesterday, for me. I haven't gotten any sleep in the past 48 hours from all that nonstop fighting..."

And yet another flashback was the focus of attention.

---

The nations of Gamindustri went about their normal schedules.

Time had passed since his training had begun, and it showed as he moved about the metropolis.

Vergo now had the appearance of a man in his early 20s (Actually being 10), his hair becoming shoulder length as it curled about. He wore the clothes that he was telling the flashback in, except that they were in perfect condition and that he possessed on an open emerald green tracksuit shirt with two white lines on each sleeve.

He grew musculature through all the training he went through, and lived, in Planeptune for so long, he might have changed his fashion choices to more modern archetypes. He still retained his Leanboxian colors, but had the technological nation's fashion sense.

Vergo also went to some counseling for what happened half a decade ago, and was at least to the point where he didn't outright refute his sister's existence. He could now barely recall it without boiling over in wrath!

His therapist was helping him, but she tried to minimize the emotional and mental trauma associated with the event.

Still didn't mean he liked her.

Speaking of which, the cities themselves evolved over time as well, as Planeptune had managed to look even more futuristic throughout when he was born to then and there, as some hoverboarders could be seen floating about as there were many futuristic vehicles and even some cars and advanced aircraft that flew in the sky, a true mark of progressivism in the land of Purple Progress.

He was currently be taking a stroll with none other than the meme lord mentor himself, who looked around as he enjoyed his leisure for the day. He was getting used to the peace that he, his friends and the goddesses worked so hard for.

"You finished training for the day?" The voice of Nebula asked. He retained his looks from 20 years ago, with the exception that his hair had started to grow out, also reaching his mid-back somehow. He also started to wear his signature scarf on his arm, by tying on his bicep and would be wearing a cobalt vest that had an orange dolphin on the front that had many rumble kanji (ドドドド) around it. He also wore some grey jeans with some blue sneakers that had the X mark of the brand Xike. He had on some orange-tinted sunglasses as he looked towards Vergo. His voice noticeably dropped as well, to a nice goldilocks zone between charming and intimidating. He had some white sports tape around his wrists as he worked as a personal trainer to pass the time.

"Yeah. It's getting kind of redundant, though. I've been training for 7 years." Vergo stated as he stretched out. "And if I'm being honest, I'm getting complacent." Vergo continued.

"That's the thing with peaceful times. It's a dull void for fighters in general. I know you want to fight someone strong, and sometimes deep down I do too, but your sister, her friends and my friends and I worked for years for the kind of prosperity and peace that Gamindustri has now. Tell you what, after I see my family, we can go a few matches in Powerlevel Island." The god told his student.

"Oh yes, I forget you have a proper spouse and you managed to have two children. It still seems weird though..." Vergo snorted as he recalled visiting them many time, to the point that the little ones called him 'Uncle Vergo'.

"You say it like I couldn't settle down." Nebula responded.

"It just seemed unlikely that you would. No offense, bossman." Vergo quickly added.

"Eh, Don't worry about it. The kids love your company, and I couldn't agree with them more. After all, who else could manage to fart so violently that they caused a tornado that not only created tons of collateral damage, but also doubled as a biohazard." He laughed as the blonde looked away and scratched the back of his head with some awkwardness.

"Please don't remind me about that. The doctor said that my farts might permanently have the latent ability to poison anyone who smells them." Vergo blushed in embarrassment as he looked away.

"Heh. My toots have the radioactivity of the average plutonium bar! You can't say who smelt it dealt it if no one survives! But in honesty we have to check that out." His face fell to a serious tone as he looked at him once more.

"Understood. I'll go by a medical specialist tomorrow to book an appointment. Care to join me for some pizza?" Vergo asked his master.

"Do I?! My love for food is only rivaled by Nep's love for pudding, Vert's love for MMOs and Blanc's love for writing crappy fanfiction!" He would say as he would look for a nearby pizza store.

"And Noire's love for cosplay." The CPU whispered, looking around to see who was listening.

"Sounds like a plan. You know what toppings you want?" The CPU Candidate asked.

"Pepperoni and pineapple. A controversial classic." He smiled.

"Alrighty, then. Be a heathen." Vergo nodded as walked to the pizzeria. But when they would arrive at the restaurant, something sinister was being cooked up. And he wished it was the pizza.

The blonde CPU Candidate could tell that something was wrong by the expression on his master's face. His eyes were constricted as he began to sweat bullets. His skin lost color as he looked up to the sky.

"Huh? What's the matter-"

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DARKEN!

Vergo then felt the ground start to shake as he struggled to stay upright.

Nebula was unmoved as he took a big gulp as the sky would slowly begin to darken.

Storm clouds appeared as the ground writhed with tremors. The people around them screamed with fright and terror as the area became very dangerous to be in, as well as the ominous darkening of the sky being another factor.

But then...

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A red portal appeared.

Gargantuan in size, it, alongside ones of the same intensity in many of Gamindustri of what the reports that day stated, appeared. But Vergo had yet to realize what was making Nebula shit bricks like a construction worker with diarrhea. The portals became abundant as soon red dots formulated all over the skies of the city, not one area being free as thousands of portals opened up, the radiation of ill intent much too strong to ignore. The sensation made the CPU Candidate nauseated, but he still managed to get a hold of himself when he focused on something more pressing.

From above, a single figure emerged.

It was a man who had spiky black hair, and venom yellow eyes.

He had on an open sleeveless maroon trench coat that went down to his ankles, showing his rippling abdomen filled with cuts and scars, with the sleeveless ends being ripped, and had a blood red band that held up his black ripped pants. His shoes were some sleek red boots that were streamlined at the sole which would be glowing red as they would be hovering for him using his fear energy. His rings were still on his wrists as he ditched the gloves as his hands would now be bandaged in black tape sans his fingers. His eyes were full of manicial anticipation and psychotic glee as he had on an unnerving smile on his face. His right eye would sport a scar as his pupils would be constricting with borderline insanity.

"Y-You... I thought you croaked!" Nebula at this point was shaking with rage and disbelief as his fists would be clenched.

"Nebula...!?" Vergo was caught off guard by the harsh curse that came from his blue mentor's mouth.

"Ah yes, it's been a while, Nebula. And Planeptune! I do hope your day's been nice. PA going out to everyone listening; your free trial of living has expired!" The stranger announced as he laughed. People stopped screaming as they stared into the sky with horror.

"W-Wha!?" A citizen yelled.

"I-I don't wanna die!" Another bawled in fright.

"MOMMY!" A child yelled in absolute terror, holding onto their parent's leg.

"A-And what if we don't wanna, huh?!" A Guild Agent protested

"If you have a problem with this course of action, you can file a complaint to PR!" He added, knowing that he was virtually untouchable.

"Stop this, now!" Another voice was heard. A woman, concern and fear written on her features, raised her voice as she defiantly protested the floating aggressor as he looked down to see who was the uppity fool that wished to doom their peers. Nebula and Vergo's, alongside the citizens present all had their gazes locked onto the individual that challenged the looming villain.

A young girl, about a little over 4'10" stood, aiming with a bazooka which had its sights dead set on the man in the air. She was adorned with glaring golden yellow eyes and blonde hair worn in pigtails held by loose red loops as her evenly split bangs framed her face as they hung there. She wears a red mini-dress with pointed skirt and collar, a gold brooch sewn to the middle of her collarbone. Over the girl's dress is orange fabric with thick gold lining and two vertical white stripes at the middle, and on the corner is a red and white pouch. She also wore a gold sleeves and a pair of red gloves with a translucent orange and white wrist, her boots matching the design but with a black platform sole. On her head is a white and orange hat with a red button that was all under the red light, making her visage seem all the more heroic, standing up for the people. "Public hysteria and obstruction of peace is unforgivable!" She roared.

"We will not let you persist in this villainy! Desist!" An older Nisa shouted as she stood next to the small girl, her blades readied for combat. She wore her usual superheroine attire as she stood in the streets, ready to defend the people.

"B-B-Sha and Nisa?!" Nebula recognized instantly. "You guys called the Nep Sisters as yet?!" He quickly asked.

"They're on their way, Nebula. We'll have to buy them some time, though." The blonde girl told him as he nodded, only to look back as his eyes constricted.

"R-Right!" Vergo never expected that the Golden Girls would be making an appearance, but this entire situation was becoming spontaneous, so he could really expect anything at the moment, no matter how out of left field.

"Will you, now?" Two fingers were pointed, as he stared down the masses, focusing on the group of heroes.

CONCENTRATE...!

CONCENTRATE...!

CONCENTRATE...!

A black orb of energy charged mere inches in front of the stranger's fingers as swirls of the loathsome energy focused in droves as the very space around the attack rippled in pulses that pulled towards the epicenter of the vile energy as he slowly smirked with a sinister glint in his gaze as it radiated a red outline that covered the entire area in the same color, illuminating the environment into a blood red shade.

"I beg of you. Why don't you put your money where your damn mouth is, bitch? I'm sure the livestock will appreciate that sentiment. Before they all die like the dogs they are." He hissed, before jerking his hand forward.

"Fiendish Bullet."

THRUST!

VANISH!-

GRAB!

FEAR BLAST!...

EXPLOSION!

WOOSH...!

The volume of the attack exponentially increased, to the point that it looked out of place from the sheer increase in size, the blue CPU having to move at speeds that were outright beyond reason to intercept the destroyer's arm and redirect the blast to face the skies, space rippling around the beam that continually expanded as it ascended, before the sky faded back to grey, but not without a deafening audial effect of an explosion accompanied by a powerful gust of wind that blew away most of the citizens as only those beyond regular human capacity, such as the Guild Agents, Makers and B-Sha and Vergo were successful in bracing for.

"You dare show your face here after all you've done!" The blue CPU interrupted, hatred seething from his stern glare.

"How could I not? Gamindustri is so freaking hospitable for such anarchy."

ELBOW!

"UAK!"

ZOOM!

"No!" The heroes and Vergo roared in protest. Nebula was sent to the wayside as he flew back, his forearms stinging from the pain they endured from the narrow block he managed to pull off.

His frame was stopped, however, as a pair of arms managed to stop his blind toil through the air.

"Are you okay, sir?" Asked the voice.

It belonged to Nepgear, who was in her usual outfit, albeit there were several differences with her appearance. The first being that her eyes glowed with blue, white power signals glowing in place of pupils. Secondly, her processers were present, sustaining her flight as she looked to his face, a bright expression on it as she gleamed with familiarity. Finally, she seemed slightly more... Developed wither her assets in front increasing sizably from her present self.

"Of course he's fine, he's a protagonist! It's what we do!" Neptune was also present. She emulated her younger sister's appearance in terms of the processors and eyes, but stuck to wearing her usual clothes that were somewhat roughed up due to scrambling to put them on. "Not quite the Protagonist of Protagonists, but hey, we all can't be perfect." She threw some shade.

"Really, Nep? At least wait until I'm not being cradled by NepG to insult my relevance in the story." Groaned the god as a silent nod to the CPU Candidate as she mimicked the gesture before the three turned to the malevolent invader as he floated upright.

"The Purple Pussies. Couldn't bear to watch your people suffer, could you? Did Hissy-Fit send the attack dogs so quickly? How quaint." Mused the stranger.

"You killed her, you monster!" The CPU Candidate of Planeptune cried out in anger over her Oracle's untimely demise.

"Boohoo, the floating loli is dead, cry about it. Does my face give any implication that I give a fuck? Or are you going to assault my ears with your sappy shit some more?" He mocked.

"You shut your mouth! Histy didn't deserve what you did to her!" Neptune snarled, her usual demeanor becoming vastly different upon the current subject matter.

"I think I freed her! With a lazy-ass and a self-deprecating duo like you two, putting her out of her misery was probably the best thing I did for the fucking tome. We'd could ask her, if you want. Oh wait..." He paused before laughing manically, ignoring the looks of anger, and fury he recieved.

"He killed Histoire!" Vergo roared, infuriation smeared on his features.

"YOU BASTARD!"

TRANSFORM!

Nebula screamed, before activating a form similar to the Nep Sisters, his eyes turning yellow as power signals appeared, processors being summoned and his hair spiking into a more rigid appearance. Nevermind the reference to a certain comedy series.

"But talk is cheap! I didn't come here commit my average war crimes. Today's a special occasion!" Beamed the stranger as he announced to the remaining individuals.

"Like what?!" IF shouted, Compa and Falcom beside her as they were ready to assist the superhero duo, as they appeared in their normal clothes. Albeit they showed some semblance of age, they were still around their natural prime. "It better not be anything like you're known for, you edgy bastard!" She continued, as they readied their weapons.

"Oh, nothing to complex. Just ARMAGGEDON!" He shouted before flipping off the group on the ground. A pulse emitted from his position if he were on the ground, expanding on the floor to the neighboring cities, unsuspecting citizens becoming concerned with the random flash of red they witnessed.

"SO TAKE NOTE! THIS MARKS THE END OF DAYS FOR ALL YOU GOODY TWO SHOES! HELLFIRE HATH COME TO LICK YOUR BOOTS BY NO OTHER THAN YOURS TRULY! ENJOY THE RIDE TO SATAN'S SHITTER AND TELL HIM I SAID NO AIR FRESHNER! THE PAIN IS ONLY TEMPORARY, BUT THE TORMENT WILL ECHO THORUGHT THE AGES! SINCE THE EXODUS OF HUMANITY AND THE FALL OF THE GODDESSES ARE AMONG US! SO LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED, WITH A BANG!" He shrieked as the ground started to shake relentlessly.

SEISMIC WAVE!

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"Foul Vibration!"

ENORMOUS EXPLOSION!

"OH SHITE!-"

Vergo was knocked unconscious from the attack, his body being encompassed by the debris and shockwave from the attack's magnitude.

---

"Urgh..." The CPU Candidate groaned as he regained consciousness. He was under some rubble as he saw the orange orb of KI he was encased in.

"What in Celestia's name was that?..." He groaned as he sustained quite a bit of damage from the attack, as his jacket was now somewhat ripped and scratched with his pants, and his face having some scratches and cuts alongside the rest of his body, but was otherwise alive. He felt something moist on his forehead, assuming it to be his blood seeping from his head as he chalked it up to his head receiving the blunt of the attack.

PUSH!...

…KICK!

He pushed his hand to the surface before kicking himself a wider exit, the small hole he created exploding into a feasible way out. And he was not prepared for what he laid witness upon.

Not at all...

"...I-I'm alive... And everyone's not." The CPU Candidate uttered as he gazed upon the ruined city, black skies that spanned over the horizon with red lightning crackling at every opportunity, the barely standing buildings of Planeptune as his enhanced hearing could detect the discreet integral shortcomings of the structurally instable ones, the unshakable feeling of negativity around him as fear propagated at an alarming rate, making him sweat like a dog in summer with the smoldering corpses that laid about. Their faces stricken with grief and horror, this image was surely something that would be burned into his memory for the rest of his days.

Vergo observed that the corpses had traces of divine KI on them, so Nebula must have tried to shield them from the attack, but they most likely took the immediate brunt.

If so, then it was a miracle that he, himself was still alive.

It must have been a miracle! Maybe being related to Vert wasn't so bad if the CPU's miracles extended to his livelihood.

He then saw the portals that bled with killer robots and all sorts of interdimensional nasties, from freakish monsters that were not native to Gamindustri to floating entities of fear that glimmers pure darkness. The powers from the biological and astral entities he could sense were around his level, but too much would definitely overwhelm him, especially the ones he couldn't.

"Well, that's certainly pleasant." The bloke commented, the epitome of sarcasm in his tone.

He chose to move smartly, staying low as he moved and slightly levitated off the ground to suppress all sound made by his feet as he tried to find someone strong that he knew to help deal with the situation, like Neptune, or Nepgear, or AL. Even Nebula or-

"Halt."

Vergo stopped as he snapped his head and body around shortly after as he heard the unfamiliar voice.

SWERVE!

It belonged to an enemy in a suit of futuristic black armor, with the accents being glowing red. It stood at a towering 7 feet as it looked down upon the CPU Candidate. Its futuristic greatsword was in one hand as its large war-door shield in the other. The hum of power from its chest could be heart as it raised its blade and pointed it dangerously towards the blonde.

"By programming of Negadimension, you have been convicted of survival. Prepare to die."

MANIFEST!

FLASH!

The robot stated its business as its blade become encased in a laser-like energy as it glowed a threatening crimson. It manifested some holographic wings as if it was trying to pose as a cybernetic angel of death or something morbidly cryptic of that nature.

Talk about edgy.

But then again, he's a killer robot so he gets a pass in that field.

POWER UP!

EXTEND!

"I said I wanted a fight, and now I've got one. Let's test your 'metal', ya bucket of bolts." Vergo quipped as he took out his metal pole before gripping it, making it extend to a bo-staff.

DASH!

SWING!

The robot wasted no time as it immediately dashed at the deity, and slashed its sword arm back just as Vergo's pole extended to combat capacity.

CLASH!

WINDWAVE!

PUSH!

Vergo quickly got into a combat stance and used his staff to parry the blow of the death robot. Their clash caused the debris to be blown away as they were forcefully pushed away from each other with equivalent force being exchanged within a single clash.

EXTEND!

SONIC BOOM!

He then faced the end of his staff to the robot and channel share energy into the weapon, which made it extend at ludicrous speeds that easily broke the sound barrier.

BASH!

CLANK!

But the robot possessed the programed reflexes to comprehend and deal with the speed of the weapon and shield bashed the staff as it was sent off course.

RETRACT!

EXTEND!

STRIKE!

Although Vergo then used the momentum of the extension and deflection to turn to the side as the back of the pole extended as the front retracted, hitting the robot square in the head as it was staggered from a counter swipe.

JABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJABJAB!

The robot was sent staggering for a moment as the CPU Candidate took advantage of the slight. He quickly retract the elongated side of the pole as he turned back towards his front side and repeatedly extended and retracted his weapon as he executed a flurry of strikes with his pole as jabbed and repositioned his aim.

DASH!

RETRACT!

EXTEND!

The robot had some trouble parrying and deflecting these rounds of jabs, which the CPU Candidate then changes his attack pattern as he dashed towards the robot before retracting and expanding his bo-staff to try and outright impale the robot.

GRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIND!

He was blocked, however, as the robot used its sword at the exact millisecond to stave off the direction just to the point that the attack completely missed!

GLOW!

RAISE!

STAB!

The death robot used his shied next as it brought it up as the bottom end gained a dangerous glow of red as it sent the shield down. It sank right into his left shoulder as the jacket would be steaming from the heat of the laser shield as blood squirted out of the wound with the Leanboxian CPU Candidate gritting his teeth in pain, wincing.

STAB DOWN!-

BURST!

KICK!

"Grk!" Vergo hissed as he sent the front end of his bo-staff to the ground to elevate his position while his arm was still being stabbed and bicycle kicked the robot with a burst of green KI as the robot was sent away from the god as his shoulder was freed.

FLIPFLIPFLIPFLIPFLIPFLIP!

LAND!

GRAB!

SIDE DASH!-

ENERGY SLASH!

KABOOM!

The CPU Candidate then backflipped somersaulted into a crouch before gripping his implanted weapon before barely dodging an energy slash that cleaved an entire block of office buildings. Bricks went everywhere as the two combatants continued their scuffle. Their weapons clashing could be heard for quite a while, with the sparks of battle unyielding in both's eyes. They were on a mission, and it was what they set out to do.

"Gallant Gale!"

GUST!

PUSH!

Vergo yelled out as he twisted his bo-staff incredibly quickly as he let out the SP Skill, making the robot fly back as it was pushed from strong wind which began to chip at its metal all over.

Both fighters had light damage here and there through some lucky shots but were evenly matched. Their stats were surprisingly scaled to be even through their battle, the robot slowly adapting to his style of fighting, slowly registering his attack patterns and learning how to deal with his moves and stratagems, to the blonde's ire. IT prevented him from making any significant headway and that costed him valuable energy.

That was, until their skills went into play.

EXTEND!

CRASH!

COLLAPSE!

The blonde continued the assault as he used his staff and extend the front end to push the robot right into a structurally unstable building, which made it collapse on the mechanical menace.

SLICESLICESLICESLICESLICESLICESLICE!

THWACK!

The killer robot did not stay down, as it with a quick swing of its sword, got rid of all the debris that collapsed upon it while simultaneously smacking away the bo staff.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Vergo shook his head before yelling out another SP Skill.

"Whirlwind Zephyr!" The fighter yelled out as he began to rotate at incredible speeds as he elongated both sides of his bo staff as he continuously struck the robot over and over again as he racked up tens, hundreds, and even thousands of strikes as a gust of wind formed.

SPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPIN SPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPIN SPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPIN SPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPIN SPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPIN SPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPIN SPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPIN SPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPIN SPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPIN SPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPIN SPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPIN SPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPIN SPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPIN SPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPINSPIN!

GUST!

WHIRLWIND!

CHIP! CHIP! CHIP!

BLOCK!

SHRED!

It scratched the robot as the fierce winds tore apart the hull of the machine as it tried to use its shield to desperately defend against the spike of power. But just as its armor, its shield would be ripped to shreds right before its ocular sensors.

SLASH!

STRONG WHIRLWIND!

RIP!

EXPLOSION!

WOOSH!...

The robot then attempted to make a mad dash towards the CPU Candidate in a last attempt to make the kill, but as luck would have it for the robot, the SP Skill then increased as the gust became a powerful whirlwind as it was quickly ripped to metallic scrap as it then dramatically exploded right next to Vergo, the fumes harmlessly being blown to the side right as he finished the attack.

DROP!

CRASH!...

The debris that would have been lifted up during the attack dropped to the ground as Vergo would be lightly breathing in and out from the skill.

"That was one of the most lively 20 minutes of my life. It's even up there with that time Gris almost got me killed in the slums of Lastation." Vergo told himself as he would then fish out a Nep Bull from his inventory and would down the can.

TOSS!-

BOOM!

He felt energized as some of his wounds healed, then threw it into a nearby trash can, which was be soon destroyed by a stray energy blast.

"Maybe I should've littered instead..." Vergo reflected as he saw some trash die a horrible death before shaking his head and continuing his search for a familiar face.

---

As he hovered, he looked up and saw sparks and shockwaves rock the ground as he sensed his master's energy and the energy of that man who nuked Planeptune duke it out in the skies.

Both energies were ridiculously powerful as the CPU Candidate shuddered to think what combat like that was like at that level. He also sensed Purple Heart and Purple Sister fighting off the foreign invader as he dodged different debris that were in his way by flying over, sliding under, diving through and on some occasions straight up blasting through the obstacle.

He then encountered the Planeptune Defense Force fighting with some more of the angel of death robots that he had taken down a few minutes ago.

The sound of plasma warfare could be heard as Vergo would observe the situation. The PDF was having a hard time as the robots would be shaking off their rifle shots like nobody's business and impaling them with their swords and bashing them into mutilated corpses with their shields.

Even in the future, the citizens and soldiers of Gamindustri are grossly outstripped by interdimensional enemies.

Some things never change. Be it for better or worse.

They were trying to retreat to more friendly territory but were effectively cornered as the same was happening from their blindside, making them sandwiched into the bakery of doom.

Vergo could not stand by as the weak and basically last of human faces were being slaughtered, as Domio taught him to help those who could not help themselves.

Especially when he was helped out by Nebula sometime in the past.

BURST!

JUMP!

ZOOM!

"Sei!"

EXTEND!

IMPALE!

Vergo immediately power up as a lime green aura burst forth from the god as he would then jump onto an adjacent wall to the action before lunging at a death robot and impaling it with his bo staff.

CHUCK!

BOOM!

BLAST!

EXPLOSION!

The robot was instantly decommissioned as Vergo threw its corpse into the nearest robot which made it explode by another robot, which made it vulnerable enough to be taken out by a strong KI blast.

EXPLOSION!

EXPLOSION!

EXPLOSION!

EXPLOSION!

EXPLOSION!

The other robots then began to pick up on a new target as their numbers were dropping as their new enemy ripped through them like wet toilet paper. He needed to act quickly, knowing that an extended duration may overwhelm him due to their nature.

Vergo ended up diverting all the attention from the PDF towards himself as he was now tasked with dispatching all 20 killer robots as the humans fled.

But it wasn't like he was a background character, so he could definitely handle himself.

EXPLOSION!...

EXPLOSION!...

EXPLOSION!...

EXPLOSION!...

EXPLOSION!...

Hell, half of the robots were down at this point and the rest spammed their energy waves at him to try overwhelming the nimble godling.

ENERGY SLASH BARRAGE!

But they were incorrect to assume that the bloke would just stand there and take it.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

SHOCKWAVE!

Vergo used an SP Skill called Hellish Holler that turned his voice into a tool of utter destruction, by producing SP from his lungs in a manner that magnified the decibels and by proxy the wind pressure to lethal levels in concern to his target.

The robots were all blown away and up as some off the soldier corpses were also thrown, but the good thing out of this situation was that all the death robots had been taken care of from a single full power SP Skill.

Hopefully-

EXPLOSION!

EXPLOSION!

EXPLOSION!

EXPLOSION!

EXPLOSION!

EXPLOSION!

EXPLOSION!

EXPLOSION!

EXPLOSION!

EXPLOSION!

"Kickass!" A cheery private shouted.

"He did it!" A soldier would yell.

"But who is he-" The highest ranking soldier asked before looking around.

Their savior had vanished. Like a gust of wind, no trace was left besides the relief the surviving members felt.

FEAR!

"!"

But their hearts sank upon feeling another sensation, one that was not so pleasant, not in the slightest.

"My sincerest apologies, ladies and gentlemen." The voice, refined and sophisticated made itself known as the army members could barely turn their heads to face its owner, a paralyzing wave of fright overcoming them like never before.

"But death awaits for those who harbor false hope." A cryptic message was uttered before what could be only described as a glorified session of manslaughter commenced.

---

'I hope Neb, IF, Compa and the others are alright.' Vergo thought to himself as he flew, looking around diligently as he made progress. 'Especially the Nep Sisters. That weirdo floating up there wasn't the friendliest stranger, not by a longshot.' He continued his mental monologue.

Unbeknownst to him, he was being monitored.

Not by a robot, however. Rather, a person was watching his every move.

Standing at a lone crosswalk at a position that was fast approaching to the CPU Candidate, the person retained a reserved composure as he observed the direction that he was heading towards, as well as the person that he was going to confront.

The CPU Candidate remained flying until he was interrupted once more.

He saw a lone figure standing, with their arms folded as if they were waiting for him.

His body froze as he felt an intense amount of malicious energy roll off of the person that stood before him. It almost seemed like old hat with the amount of the bone-chilling fear he felt ever since the sky lost it's peaceful blue, but he was not one to dismiss the facts. It was almost like it was the very essence of fear itself.

'Their energy isn't anyone that I recognize!' Vergo thought to himself as he lingered just long enough to see who the figure was as he quietly moved between some obscuring debris, assuming that he wasn't already found by the individual. As a sensor, he felt out the person's energy levels and was surprised when he felt his signature fell like a stone, to levels that he could actually perceive!

There was no way that was a good sign.

...

HOVER...

...

HOVER...

...

HOVER...

"Looks like I have some company." The voice told him.

"Too bad you appear to be important . I might have to try a little bit with you, boy." The person drawled as sighed. "Alas, no job should be too boring." He mused, fully aware of his plight.

...!

He noticed him!

HOVER!

HIDE...!

The CPU Candidate froze as he hid himself behind an adjacent wall as he then shouted out for his identification.

...

...

...

''W-Who are you-"

KICK!

CRASH!

SHOCKWAVE!

The blonde would be cut off as he received a swift kick to the bridge of the nose, the building chunk being kicked right off with a loud crash.

"GRAH!"

CRASH!

Vergo cried out in pain as he was smashed into some buildings.

"Then again. It is me that's the obstacle in question here." The person was revealed to be a person in a tuxedo, which was black with a red undershirt and had a matching black tie. Their dress shoes were perfectly shined as their tie blew in the wind. Their hair would be neatly combed, yet would have a section of red in the middle that made his identity clear to anyone who had fought him before. He wore a black fedora with a red band on his head as he looked in the direction he kicked the god.

The godling never fought him before, so he was exempt from knowing who the person dressed like a mafioso with asinine strength was.

STOMP!

BOOM!

The CPU Candidate pulled himself from the rubble as he raised up. Only to have a dress shoe stomp him back to the ground right in the chest cavity which made him eject some spit and blood, the wound on his head gushing as he now had the red substance trail from his nostrils as they stung with undeniable pain.

"GAK!" The blonde guttered.

CRACK!

DEPRESS!

"I was right, after all. You're really just trash, just like the rest of those fools I offed not too long ago." The opponent growled as he applied more pressure into his foot, making Vergo sink deeper into the ground as it cracked and indented.

"Hngk!" The Leanboxian CPU Candidate painfully grunted as the air was being pressed out of his lungs.

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A/N:

Heya there, reader!

If you're seeing this, this is a rewrite of the chapter, just to correct some repetition, fix some spelling errors, and improve the spelling quality, especially in the earlier chapters.

So remember, italics and bold is going for gold.

Well, well, well. What do we have here.

We have the last member of our squad, that's who! And his name is Vergo!

Also alternatively known under the umbrella term, Green Brother. But his CPU form isn't something you'll see this chapter.

It's the next chapter-

But he's from da future! So he's different, and not a harem lord with the added fact that he has become disillusioned with his sister! And boy, oh boy. Get ready because the next couple of chapters is gonna be me showing this poor lad getting the shit kicked out of him like a guy who got jumped in a fight.

But aleast he didn't die, so he's got some resilience to be proud of. That, and the fact that the plot requires his survival to be entertaining.

Speaking of things to be proud of, all that foreshadowing in the training scene was something I'll hold myself too for future reference, as well as some other verses if they're memeable enough.

I've also eluded to a certain ending for the fic as well... ;)

And about Domio being a deityand AL being a demon hybrid.

Time will tell.

Might as well tell you peeps what consoles the Male CPUs and personification of gaming the VPUs are at this point.

The Male CPUs:

Nebula - Sega Genesis (Le classic.)

Gris - PSOne (It outsold the PS2. Well damn.)

Vergo - Xbox Series X (How is he losing? Oh wait this is a decade after it- Oh, OK.)

Domio - ? (You'll learn at the end of the flashback segment.)

And for the VPUs:

Xero - Gamer Rage (It rivals even road rage. Eternal in every way.)

Vhestora - Oversexualization (Not inherently bad, but she's overdoes sooooooo... Yikes...)

Citadel - DRM (Say it with me kids, Lawful Evil- )

The Boss - ? (?)

Other than that, the future is pretty much a dystopia. Think Armageddon bad. Think post-apocalyptic nuclear explosion bad. Gamindustri literally looks the economic equivalent of the Great Depression. Talk about being the worst timeline.

Oh, wait-

Welp, at least he's a CPU whose derived on the faith and belief of the people that are most likely dead and is possibly faced with one of the worst matches he could be confronted with0.

...

...

...

Well shit.

This really is turning to become the worst timeline. And we haven't even seen Neptune yet!

Now for some comments... Well, comment.

Guest - Well, yeah. He's a kid. His growth needs some time. Give it a minute.

Well, if you're reading this, then yes.

I dunno, is it? Yeah, it is.

Arrivederci.

Read and Review, I have a flashback arc to write, that won't end up killing the POV's main character (At that time.)